My President

Call for you

Aza and Sarah are now in the cafeteria, enjoying lunch. Aza looks dizzy looking for Aksa who usually takes part in eating in the cafeteria, but Aza has finished eating the man has not come too.

"Where are you going, Sar?" asked Aza while stirring the fruit soup in front of her.

"Where do I know..." Sarah looked indifferent, she was engrossed in an ice cream that almost melted.

Rest is almost done but Aksa also has not come, is the man a lot of work and did not have time for lunch? Ah, Aza is worried about the boy. Especially when on WhatsApp only tick two. Last seen at ten.

"Reverse yok, I'm already full" Sarah asked. Aza was forced to follow him because the break was also almost over.

Aza is back to finish his work, he will meet when he comes home later. But the woman is impatient, she checks her phone more often, who knows Aksa has returned the message. Until the afternoon greeting, Aksa has not returned the reply. Never reply, just read no.

"Kok Mr. President hasn't nyamperin you, Za?" ask Sarah while she's cleaning her desk. Usually after work, Aksa always approached Aza first.

"Maybe he's waiting in the parking lot."

"Yaudah, just go there. Let me get you later if Mr. President doesn't exist." Sarah and Aza walked towards the parking lot, just getting out of the elevator, Aksa ran up to her.

"Heyy..."

"That's your husband, if so I'll go to the parking lot first. Afraid of becoming a mosquito repellent, papayyyy.." pamit Sarah who then passed away leaving Aza.

"Where the hell was that? How did it look?" ask Aza.

"Ciyee, kangen huh?" Aksa even teased and poked his wife's chin.

"No!"

Aksa laughs loosely, he is so happy that Aza is a little worried about him even though the woman continues to deny it.

"Have you had lunch?" ask Aza when they're in the car.

"Take a guess!"

"Ish, really be a person, nyebelin," said Aza folded his hands on the chest.

"No need to worry" replied Aksa chuckling. "I had lunch outside and met a client, sorry I didn't know first."

"Hm..."

The car returned to silence, Aksa was focused on driving the car while chanting some songs. Sounds beautiful, Aza just found out that her husband is talented also in terms of attractiveness.

"Absolutely impressed with your husband?" seductive Aksa because Aza had been smiling to see him.

"The voice is just, the person is not," said Aza.

"Have you denied it all the time."

The red color is clearly visible from the car glass, dusk is so beautiful. Tired all day working when looking at him. Seen some motorists and motorists pull over his vehicle just want to look at the twilight.

*Let me paint twilight, please,

Carve your name in there,

Listen to you tell stories,

Crying laughing, crying,

Let me paint the night, please,

Bring you the stars,

Your friend's hurt, man,

Until you are happy*

Two verses of painting Dusk by Budi Doremi are heard in Aza's sense of hearing. The man sings as if to express his heart which is the one who really wants to be the one who will make the woman beside him happy, accompany when likes and sorrows, and try not to hurt him.

"Thank you, I really like the song..."

"Am I singing to you? Dihh, so much you."

Aza was embarrassed to hear it herself. Her husband always embarrassed her. But he was also wrong, already kepedean so people.

*****

While passing through Aira and Keno's room, their steps came to a halt when they heard a tickling sound. And at that time Aira and Keno's room was not closed tightly, Aza and Aksa were curious to peek at it for a while.

"No papa, I've been peeping at them a lot. Come here come along," said Aksa. Aza who was curious took a peek and stood beside her husband.

Faintly heard the sound of laughter but also interspersed with sighs. Of course Aksa and Aza are getting interested. They rounded their eyes to look at the two people who were playing on the bed.

"Ahh..honey..geli.." said Aira.

Keno kissed all parts of his wife's body, although Aira still wear clothes, but still feel amused. Keno was worried about the woman, she tickled her until Aira laughed.

"Aahhhhh sick dear..." Keno screams when Aira accidentally kicks something of hers.

"Ohh, sorry dear. Not intentionally, you are bad!"

"Ahh, that's it." Keno again tickled his wife and prepared to do so.

Aksa who saw it immediately closed Aza's eyes and did not forget to close the door of her parents' room. He felt guilty for inviting Aza to watch things he shouldn't.

"They want to taste good?" asked Aza innocently.

"Yes, Mama and Papa are often delicious. No time," replied Aksa.

"And do you often forget them?"

Aksa nodded in embarrassment, "Yes if I know the heck I've got it, if I don't know you don't watch," he replied scratching his non-itchy nape.

"Basic child lucknut!"

"Just let it go. I want to be, I've had a wife never been..."

"A-i...." Aza became frightened, her face instantly pale.

"I'm kidding!" Aksa laughed and looked at his frightened wife.

"Not to be afraid of it, you are very funny if you are afraid again..."

Aza passed away leaving her husband still laughing after pinching the man's stomach.

"Aza.." exclaimed Aksa greeting his wife who was taking off her shoes. He sat on the side of the bed beside his wife and took off his shoes as well.

"Zaaa..." Because there was no word from his wife, he shouted.

"So, Hubby?" Aza covered her ears in fear that her husband would yell again.

"Dihh, really call me Hubby. Usually also 'Sa', 'Aksa'!" Aksa mimicked Aza's style of speech making the woman giggle amusedly.

"I'll call you Hubby from now on, you like?" tanya Aza stroked her husband's cheek. Aksa immediately held his hand and stared fixedly at his wife who was very close to him.

"really?"

Aza nodded confidently, for some reason she also preferred to call the man 'Hubby'. Aza had read an article about husband and wife, and it turns out we have to be polite with the husband, not calling him by his real name.

In Islam, a wife is said to call her husband by his real name. Instead, she was strongly encouraged to call her husband with a call indicating the presence of adab and glory. For example, calling with call ‘Mas, Kakan’ or others. And Aza chose 'Hubby' as a call for her husband. Current and tacky, thought Aza.

"All right, my wife." Aksa kissed his wife's entire face without exception.

"Hubby, stop..."

"Not satisfied!"

Countless were how many kisses had landed on Aza's face, perhaps dozens of times already. Aksa was getting more intense, he was very anxious with his wife.

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